Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
She shivered, eyes on me.
I didn’t know where to watch.
Her eyes? Her hard nipples? The way her chest was moving up and down with her increased breathing? The way that her sex seemed to shine with the wetness that was leaking out of her?
Fuck, but it was a lot to take in, and I wanted to see it all. Taste it all!
I lifted one of her ankles up and pressed a kiss to the inside of it before dropping it onto my shoulder.
With my free hand, I finished undoing my belt and then my jeans.
The moment that the confines were loosened, I pushed them both down my legs, and watched her eyes as she found my cock.
It was hard—so fucking hard that it hurt.
The head was a thick, ruddy red that looked angry, and the veins that were pulsing with blood were prominent and full.
She licked her lips.
“You going to stick that in me?”
I leaned forward slightly and let the head of my dick play along her slickened folds, up and down, coating first the head, and then my entire length, in her wetness.
When I glanced up, it was to find her head thrown back, wet strands of hair sticking to her skin.
Each time I let my tip slide against her clit, she would tense. Her nipples were hard as glass, and she was jerking, causing her voluptuous globes to jerk and jump with each of her movements.
Not paying any attention to erring on the side of caution, but instead only thinking about what it would do to me to feel her sweet heat enveloping me again, I slid my cock to her entrance and stilled.
My eyes closed of their own accord, and this time it was my head falling back as I slowly sank inside of her.
Only intending to give her an inch, I couldn’t physically stop myself from giving her more when I felt her surround me—more and more and more until I was inside of her as far as her body would allow me. For now.
My eyes were clenched tight, and I was having a hard time drawing oxygen into my lungs.
Then I felt her nails dig into my thighs as she cried out, “Please!”
I probably would’ve managed to hold still—to give her the time she needed to adjust—if she hadn’t started convulsing around me.
Seemed she didn’t need the time, because just the act of pushing myself inside of her, and giving her my length, was enough to make her come.
Her pussy started to ripple, and I couldn’t stop myself from pulling out, and slamming back inside.
I did this only twice before I realized, once again, that I really should be wearing a condom.
Really, I should be.
I knew that I was clean. I was about a hundred and two percent certain that she was clean, but that didn’t mean that she was on birth control.
In this day and age, I was endangering her with my inability to control myself.
But I was blaming it on my dry spell. I was blaming it on Kennedy’s virgin pussy that just begged for me to do bad things to it.
And if I was being completely honest, the idea of Kennedy swelling with my child would give me the perfect excuse to stay. I could be with her and not feel guilt every time I turned the goddamn corner.
I’d then be with her for the sake of our child, not because I was selfish and wanted her there with me.
But I was fooling myself.
Fooling her.
And she wasn’t stupid.
So before I could come in her, I pulled out and jacked myself off over her stomach, gasping when the first spurt of come decorated right below her breasts.
The second spurt went only an inch or so lower, pooling in the depth of her belly button.
The third and final spurt hit the trimmed curve of her lower lips, mingling with her desire and mine, making an attractive concoction that I couldn’t quite help swirling my finger in, and bringing it up to her mouth.
The sexiest things I’d ever seen someone do were the things she’d done with me.
Come. Watch me. Change in front of me. Wash her fucking hair.
But watching her lick my finger clean of my release and hers was enough to top the list of my all-time sexiest things list.
“Fuck me,” I growled, eyes dilating and hands clenching.
My cock was still throbbing with my release, and Kennedy’s chest looked flushed with desire.
And I probably would’ve dropped down and given her my mouth, but my phone rang.
“Shit.”
She moved to stand, and I backed up, giving her room.
Then she went for the towel, picked it up, and wiped herself clean while I reached for my phone.
“Hello?”
Chapter 19
I may not be a Victoria’s Secret model, but I could pick one up and squat her.
-Kennedy’s secret thoughts
Evander
“Hello?”
“Meeting started five minutes ago, where the fuck are you?”